Saving Her

Part 6

A r i a n a ' s  P o v

The sunlight that drawn in between Justin's curtains woke me up, lighting up the whole room as well.

After stretching and rolling, I look down beside the bed to see Justin still sleeping peacefully as I looked at him a couple of seconds more and admired his flawless face.

Enough of that, I have to leave before he wakes up. I'm still a little angry at him from what he said last night. I slowly got out of his bed and started picking up my shoes and trying to find out where he put my clothes so I could change into them and just get out of here already. After my searching, I found them right on top of his dresser, folded all nice and neat. Ugh, he's so nice.

I went to change into his bathroom and closed the door. Somehow, my body was being perfectly good today.

What am I kidding? The pains gonna settle in later like always.

But it seems like my ankle was doing better. I still would limp just a little, but not to where someone could instantly see me doing so. I opened up the door after I was done, only for the door to make a creaking sound that alerted I was coming out. Shoot.

I stay silently still as Justin rolls a couple of times. I start tip toeing quickly and was just about to exit out of his bedroom door before he questioned me. "Ariana? Where are you going?" Justin's raspy voice filling my ears, as I  slowly turn around to face him as I just got caught.

"I'm going home." I bluntly tell him. "What? Why?" He asked again sitting up. "Because Justin, I want to, and I don't want to be here anymore and be a burden to you. Plus last night." I mumbled my last sentence.

He gets up from the floor and comes to me. "Ariana, please don't leave me. I'm really sorry about last night. You know I didn't mean that." He tells me. "Yes Justin, I know, but I get hurt easily right here." I say pointing straight to my heart.

As I look at him, it looks to be that there's a hint of regret in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said to me as he wraps his arms around me. "No need to keep apologizing when I already know you mean it." I muffle into his warm chest. He outstretched me to arms length to where he can see my face, and just gave me a warm smile after kissing my forehead.

"I promise that I will never rush, or force you to tell me something that you don't want to tell me." Justin softly tells me. I grab his neck down, and give him a hug from me in return now.

After thinking about what he said, I suddenly felt like I could tell him. I will tell him, and that's final.

I released myself from our comforting hug.

"I'm going to tell you."

"Wai- what- no, I'm not rushing you like I said." He tells me interrupting himself in the beginning. "I want to. It's okay Justin." I assure him.

"Are you positively sure?"

"Yes."

I grab his hand and lead him back to his bed. We both sit down right across from each other and look into each others eyes for a moment. "Okay, where do I start.." I say to myself looking down at my lap.

"Justin, I was lying as you could tell last night. The real reason I came straight to you in the middle of the night was because I needed somewhere safe to go to instead of staying at my house...and I only had you. I feel like you keep me safe." I tell him.

"What do you mean, 'somewhere to go to that was safe?' Isn't your house safe too?" He asked me dumbfounded.

I take a moment before I answer him.

"Sadly, no Justin" I admit. I look straight up at his eyes and see confusion, hurt, and anger mixed all at once. "My dad, he- he...abuses me." I said hesitating. I looked back up and now I only saw anger in his eyes. They turned a darker shade than his hazel ones. "Your own father hits you!?" Justin shouts at me. "Please Justin. Don't make this any harder on me." I beg.

After I told him that, all he was doing was just clenching his fists, including his defined jaw.

"Continue." He said fuming.

And I continued on. "I've been having to deal with him for years now ever since my mother died. She died because of cancer, and after that, my dad just completely lost it. He started coming home late, drinking out, and I just let him be since I thought that was his way of mourning for my mother. But no, that wasn't it at all.

My father got worse, me thinking that he would get better in the future. And all through this big mess, I had no one to be there for me while I mourn for my mother also. I was alone."

Tears were filling my eyes as I kept on going on. I glanced at Justin to see him with what looked like to be tears too.

And I continued on more. "Then one night, my dad came home late like the usual. I was thinking to myself that I've had enough of him and the way he's been acting, so I went downstairs.

I started shouting at my father for how my mother wouldn't like him like this as he was throwing stuff everywhere, and then he turned to me and just slapped me right across the face." I wiped my tears that were stained on my cheek. I remembered everything so clearly like it was just yesterday.

"I was so shocked that he slapped me right then and there, since he never ever hit me. And ever since that day, that was when I just stopped feeling safe near him."

"Don't continue. Please. I know your hurting real bad just talking about it, and I don't want to see you hurting Ariana." Justin tells me with his voice sounding a little hoarse from all his tears that he shed.

"No Justin, please. I need to tell you this. I need to tell somebody. I just want this all off of my shoulders already." I say back.

Justin sadly looks at me in the eyes as he nods his head yes, and grabs my hands in his before I continue on.

"All the abusing, all the pain, I had to carry all around with me for years. It destroyed me. And not to mention me always getting bullied at school. It made my life so much worse. I never did anything wrong to the kids, so why choose me to pick on?" I say more to myself at the end, with more tears falling down my face.

"I felt like I couldn't take all of the pain all at once, so Sometimes I thought about s-suicide." I said studdering at the sound of that word.

All I heard and saw was Justin sobbing into his hands with his head down.

"S-sorry. I need to use the b-bathroom. Just give m-me a moment." Justin tells me choking out the words as he jogs to his restroom and shuts the door.

I heard him crying in the bathroom from the bed as I just stare at the bathroom door.

I never ment to cause him pain too.

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IN THE NEXT CHAP, ARI'S STILL GOING TO CONTINUE ON WITH HER PAINFUL TIMES. HOPE THIS WAS A GOOD CHAPTER FOR U GUYS!! (SAD, YOU CAN SAY.)

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